... from the day that changed everything, and I still feel as though the wind's been knocked from my sails. Partly that could be the after effects of the cold I suppose, but physically I find myself short of breath at times, with a heavy feeling in the pit of my stomach and the tears are there constantly.
We should have been moving out tomorrow.
Instead we're living in a house that's half packed up. Things aren't in the right place. It all feels wrong.
Anyone who knows me will know just how stressful that is for me. I'm not sure that I can leave it like this. I need to get some semblance of normality back and that can only come from unpacking and returning stuff to the loft, so that I can try to create some sense of order out of the chaos.
It might even feel, as things have been packed up for such a long time now, like a new house!! (Almost along the lines of a long-injured player returning to the NUFC squad...Hey, it's like we've got a new player...or maybe not)
The trouble is, every time I go and attempt to make a start I just feel overwhelmed. And that is so not like me.
AND JUST AS I FINISH WRITING, THE CALENDAR REMINDER ON THE I PAD PINGS WITH ITS SAD LITTLE REMINDER...
...MOVING DAY TOMORROW...
LILY & ROSE
Here are some photos of Lily & Rose. There are a few from the first time we saw them when they were just 4 weeks old. They would fit on your hand at this age and didn't look much like westies!
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